The Killer Queen (Noella Briony)

The room was suddenly alive with action as several burly men lunged forward!

Their muscles, bursting with explosive strength, propelled their fists forward, veins bulging, as they charged at Noella and Palmer!

Holding Gavin in one arm, Palmer coolly said, "Kid, remember to close your eyes."

"Got it! Uncle, you better keep Auntie safe! Otherwise, I'll never let you off the hook!"

A smirk played at the corner of Palmer's lips. The kid was shaking with fear, yet he didn't forget to throw a threat his way.

Back to back with Palmer, Noella teased, "You're holding the kid. Should I take a few off your hands?"

“Underestimating me, fiancée? Let's see who takes down more. Loser grants the winner a favor. How about it?"

Without hesitation, Noella's fist connected with the chest of one of the charging brutes.

"You're on, but you're going to lose!"

Kicking another attacker to the ground, Palmer dodged an incoming blow, chuckling with Gavin in his arms, "My fiancée sure loves to win." "Can't help it, I'm all about winning!"

Noella was unabashed in her ambition. In her world, there was no room for defeat! Only by winning could they survive!

These hired guns were no slouches, clearly costing a pretty penny to employ. Too bad, they were up against Palmer and Noella!

Leaders of a top-secret assassinwork on the dark web, they didn't just rely on their underlings. They themselves were born leaders, wielding the power to rule!

Pulling a small knife from her boot, Noella's blade sang as it drew blood. Moments later, several assassins lay defeated at her feet!

Simultaneously, Palmer brushed off his hands, locking eyes with Noella, a rogue smile on his lips.

"Let's call it a draw."

As Gavin clung tightly to him, freeing up his hands to deal with the present threat, the bodies piled at Palmer's feet matched those at Noella's. Noella glanced coolly at a frightened staff member. "No, including him, I win."

The staff member was petrified! Who were these two?! These assassins had cost them millions to hire! And just like that, they were taken down? "No, no... please don't kill me... I had nothing to do with this!"

Noella's gaze was icy, "Don't worry, ordinary folks don't die by my hand." The assassins had countless lives on their conscience. Dealing with them was justice served.

This staff member at best was guilty of fraud and embezzlement, prison was where he belonged!

Knocking the staff member unconscious, Noella handed him over to Erek who had burst in with a chainsaw to break down the door. "Take care of him. Make sure he talks."

"You got it, boss! Interrogation's our specialty!"

Twenty minutes later.

Dressed in a customs uniform, the staff member was clinging to the police, sobbing and confessing his crimes, begging them to take him away! Under Ivan and Erek's "warm hospitality," his mental defenses had completely crumbled.

"I called the police! It's too dangerous outside, please arrest me!"

“Wah, I'm a monster, I'm a fraud, not really customs. Please, lock me up for my own safety!"

The police were baffled! Since when did criminals turn themselves in, insisting on being jailed, practically begging for handcuffs? Whata

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Inside the warehouse.

Kitai and Noella walked into the warehouse, with the manager, Braden, jogging up to them.

"Boss, those kids just barged into the warehouse. Found one hiding in a fabric crate, thought it was fishy, so we locked them up.' Azure's warehouse was massive, with many sections.

Noella nodded, "Any issues with that fabric?"

"All clear. We used our new detection system, not a hitch."

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Braden paused, "Plus, we dealt with invasive species clinging to the crates. Had to manually remove ten pounds of snails!" Ten pounds! And those things weren't even edible! With such rigorous checks, their fabric was beyond reproach! Braden fumed, “And they thought they could shut us down, take everything, including the boss! Utterly preposterous!" Reaching the fabric storage room, Braden gestured, “These kids are up to no good. What normal kid plays at the docks?" Gavin chimed in, "What if they're bad guys, messing up Auntie's fabric?"

"No worries, I've got this."

Unlocking the room, they found crates filled with fabric and embroidery supplies. Atop a crate sat a barefoot kid, swinging his legs. "About time someone showed up. Hehe, let us out!"

Braden crossed his arms, "How'd you get in? What's your play?"

"We just wandered in, okay? If you don't let us out, we'll call the cops, say you're traffickers, that you kidnapped us!"

“Ha, you wouldn't want to get arrested, right?"

Braden was at his wit's end, exasperated by these "kids."

Noella frowned slightly. "The warehouse and crates are monitored. Whether you were kidnapped or snuck in, we'll know."

The boy holding two cameras boasted, "Too bad, we took your cameras down!"

Braden stamped his foot in frustration. "Who sent you?"

"Don't worry about it, just let us go!"

Noella shrugged, offering the kid a smile. "All the cameras are out. How do you think you're going to keep yourself safe now?" Thinking a bunch of kids could just waltz out of here without a scratch was like believing in fairy tales!

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cops right now!"

Braden was speechless! These weren't just any kids; they were like little demons!

Noella let out a cold laugh. "Go ahead, make the call. If you're grown-up enough, you should be ready to face the consequences!"